Kobo: A Story of the Russo-Japanese War — John Shaqi
Kobo: A Story of the Russo-Japanese WarStrang, Herbert
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Kobo: A Story of the Russo-Japanese War
Strang, Herbert
Russo-Japanese War, 1904-1905 -- Juvenile fiction
One day, not long after Bob had thus learnt the story of Chang-Wo, Kobo
was more than usually busy. Telegrams reached the house in quick
succession, and the ladies, though they betrayed no anxiety, showed by
little indications that might have escaped a less interested observer
than Bob that an important moment had arrived. Few outward signs of
affection passed between Kobo and his family, but it was easy to discern
how thoroughly his wife and daughter were wrapt up in him, and how they
all doted on his only son, a boy at school in England. It was
Wednesday, February 3. Bob was seated with the ladies waiting for Kobo
to appear at the mid-day meal. He came in at length. The ladies rose
upon their knees and made him a profound obeisance. He was dressed in
European costume; in his hand he held a telegram.
"For you, Mr. Fawcett," he said gravely.
Bob took the envelope, tore it open, and read:
"You are requested report yourself Admiral Togo at Sasebo."
It was signed by the secretary whom he had seen when he called at the
government offices in Tokio.
"I am summoned," he said to Kobo.
"Yes. I will accompany you. Let us finish our meal."
Bob was so much excited that he found it hard to eat. The others were
outwardly as calm as though nothing had happened. The many courses were
brought in as usual by the smiling musumés. Bob made a pretence at
partaking of them all, but he was glad when the meal was over, and his
host announced that rickshaws would be at the door in half an hour. It
seemed an age. The moment of parting came. Bob bade farewell to O Kami
San and O Toyo San, thanking them with a full heart for the hospitality
they had shown him, then mounted to his place. Kobo San followed him.
There was no hand-clasp, no good-bye kiss; wife, daughter, the musumés
bent to the ground in the lowliest of obeisances; and as the coolies
started to run down the hill, Bob looked back and saw them all at the
door, still with smiling faces, and heard in their pretty, unstressed
accents the soft, long-drawn-out word of farewell:
"Sayonara! Sa—yo—na—ra!"
*CHAPTER IV*
*Six to One*
A Newspaper Paragraph—Scenes by the Way—Mistaken Identity—A Warm
Corner—A Modern Miracle—Yamaguchi
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